Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Tap, tap, clank!
"Do you hear that?" he asks.
“Huh? What?” I’m still on a high. “I didn't hear anything."
"Hmmm.”
Clunk, clunk, clunk!
"You had to hear it that time.” He flips me over and points to the curtains.
“It’s probably someone's loud car.”
“You should probably check.”
“Can’t you do it?”
He gives me a blank stare, then he helps me to my feet.
“It’s probably just my neighbors.” I walk over to the window. “Ever since they—Shit! Get in the closet. Now.”
He rushes into my closet and I push the laundry hamper in front of its door. I pull a robe off the back of my mirror and tie it shut.
My window squeaks open seconds later, andKevin steps over the sill before plopping onto the floor.
“Damn I'm out of shape.” He breathes. “I feel like I’m about to die.”
“Don’t,” I say. “Your dad stopped paying your family’s health insurance.”
He laughs and sits up. “Why is it so dark in here?”
“It’s dark?”
“Yeah, it’s dark as fuck.” He stands and hits a light. “And since when are you a slob?”
“Huh?” I’m still recovering from Easton’s mouth. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re like the neatest person I’ve ever met.” He picks up my dress, bra, and Easton’s shirt, tossing them into my clothes hamper.
Then he picks up my purse and hangs it over the door handle.
“I’ll give you a pass since your mom has been making you serve as Tully’s body double lately, though.” He eyes the newest renaissance dress that’s hanging on a wardrobe rack. “Do they really think this fugly shit is making a comeback?”
“It’s not all ugly…”
“It is.” He laughs. “Tell them to hire my cousin so he can show them the difference between the victorian and the renaissance era.”
“I’ll make that a point of contention in my contract,” I say. "What are you doing here?"
"Using you as an alibi," he says. “I lost track of time with the college guy, so I told my parents me and you were working on a project together.”
“They bought that?”
“Time will tell.” He laughs. “Do you have any clothes I can fit? My lie won’t work if I’m soaking wet.”
“Um…” I open the drawer I keep for Easton and offer him a shirt and sweatpants.
“Thanks.” He undressed in front of me. “So, I saw that you and Jeremiah disappeared for a while there on the beach and then he offered to take you home. What happened?”
“Um…”
“Don't hold back. Serve me enough tea to keep me full in case I get grounded.”
“It was nice. We went out to Gayle’s, but half of our senior class got the same idea so we had to leave.”
"Was there a kiss?”
"No."
“What about finger fucking? Did he flick your bean with his mouth?”
“Really, Kevin?”
"What? I know there wasn't any sex, so I have to ask about something.”
“No, you don’t.”
“There was a kiss, wasn’t there?” He smiles. “I can see it in your eyes. How far did he get after that?”
“Oh my God…”
“Is that what you said when he made you come?”
“There was a kiss and he finger fucked me in his car.” I give him something. “Happy?”
“I’m thrilled. Now you can ask him to come over and do it again next week, so you won't be so uptight every day.”
“You’re a terrible best friend, Kevin.”
“Thank you.” He laughs. “Want some of my tea?"
"Nope."
"I'll serve it to you anyway."
"Rumor has it that Easton Rush is cheating on Tully."
"What? Where did you hear that from?"
"Around. Can you really blame him, though? He has grown women chasing after him these days.”
“Did someone see him with another girl or something?"
"Worse.” He sounds ecstatic. "Apparently one of her cheer clones spotted him walking out of that new designer gifts place in town with a shit ton of roses and some type of charm thing. She thought they were for Tully, but she never got them, and it’s been over a week."
"Oh…”
“Yeah. Oh.” He laughs. “As soon as I figure out who this other woman is, I'll let you know."
"Scarlett!” My mom shouts up the steps. "Scarlett?”
"Yeah, mom?”
"Is Kevin up there with you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay, well, tell him goodbye. His parents are outside to pick him up."
"Damn, glad I came over," Kevin hugs me before leaving the room.
I wait until I hear his footsteps make it downstairs before letting Easton out of the closet.
“I wasn’t planning tell him about the finger fucking.” I avoid his gaze.“It just came out because that’s how we talk to each other, you know?”
“Okay.” He lips curve into a smirk and he walks over to the bed.
“You don’t have anything to say?”
“Not really.” He shakes his head.
"What about the roses? If he’d looked at my desk, he would've assumed that—”
"Shh," He presses a finger against my lips. "Don't worry about it. Let’s just pick up where we left off.”
“Sleep?”
“No.” He leans back on the mattress. “Come sit on my face.”